Part 27 (1/2)
”Where the shatter'd columns lie, Showing Carthage once had been, If the wandering Santon's eye Our mysterious rites hath seen,-- Oft he cons the prayer of death, To the nations preaches doom, 'Asrael's brand hath left the sheath!
Moslems, think upon the tomb!'
”Ours the scorpion, ours the snake, Ours the hydra of the fen, Ours the tiger of the brake, All that plagues the sons of men.
Ours the tempest's midnight wrack, Pestilence that wastes by day-- Dread the race of Zaharak!
Fear the spell of Dahomay!”
Uncouth and strange the accents shrill Rung those vaulted roofs among, Long it was ere, faint and still, Died the far-resounding song.
While yet the distant echoes roll, The Warrior communed with his soul.
”When first I took this venturous quest, I swore upon the rood, Neither to stop, nor turn, nor rest, For evil or for good.
My forward path too well I ween, Lies yonder fearful ranks between; For man unarm'd, 'tis bootless hope With tigers and with fiends to cope-- Yet, if I turn, what waits me there, Save famine dire and fell despair?-- Other conclusion let me try, Since, choose howe'er I list, I die.
Forward, lies faith and knightly fame; Behind, are perjury and shame.
In life or death I hold my word!”
With that he drew his trusty sword, Caught down a banner from the wall, And enter'd thus the fearful hall.
On high each wayward Maiden threw Her swarthy arm, with wild haloo!
On either side a tiger sprung-- Against the leftward foe he flung The ready banner, to engage With tangling folds the brutal rage; The right-hand monster in mid air He struck so fiercely and so fair, Through gullet and through spinal bone The trenchant blade hath sheerly gone.
His grisly brethren ramp'd and yell'd, But the slight leash their rage withheld, Whilst, 'twixt their ranks, the dangerous road Firmly, though swift, the champion strode.
Safe to the gallery's bound he drew, Safe pa.s.s'd an open portal through; And when against pursuit he flung The gate, judge if the echoes rung!
Onward his daring course he bore, While, mix'd with dying growl and roar, Wild jubilee and loud hurra Pursued him on his venturous way.
”Hurra, hurra! Our watch is done!
We hail once more the tropic sun.
Pallid beams of northern day, Farewell, farewell! Hurra, hurra!
”Five hundred years o'er this cold glen Hath the pale sun come round again; Foot of man, till now, hath ne'er Dared to cross the Hall of Fear.
”Warrior! thou, whose dauntless heart Gives us from our ward to part.
Be as strong in future trial, Where resistance is denial.
”Now for Afric's glowing sky, Zwenga wide and Atlas high, Zaharak and Dahomay!---- Mount the winds! Hurra, hurra!”
The wizard song at distance died, As if in ether borne astray, While through waste halls and chambers wide The Knight pursued his steady way.
Till to a lofty dome he came, That flash'd with such a brilliant flame, As if the wealth of all the world Were there in rich confusion hurl'd.
For here the gold, in sandy heaps, With duller earth incorporate, sleeps; Was there in ingots piled, and there Coin'd badge of empery it bare; Yonder, huge bars of silver lay, Dimm'd by the diamond's neighbouring ray, Like the pale moon in morning day; And in the midst four maidens stand, The daughters of some distant land.
Their hue was of the dark-red dye, That fringes oft a thunder sky; Their hands palmetto baskets bare, And cotton fillets bound their hair; Slim was their form, their mien was shy, To earth they bent the humbled eye, Folded their arms, and suppliant kneel'd, And thus their proffer'd gifts reveal'd.
CHORUS.
”See the treasures Merlin piled, Portion meet for Arthur's child.
Bathe in Wealth's unbounded stream, Wealth that avarice ne'er could dream!”
FIRST MAIDEN.
”See these clots of virgin gold!
Sever'd from the sparry mould, Nature's mystic alchemy In the mine thus bade them lie; And their orient smile can win Kings to stoop, and saints to sin.”--
SECOND MAIDEN.
”See these pearls that long have slept; These were tears by Naiads wept For the loss of Marinel.